the panic attack

breathing
used to be easy.
so was sleep.
you remember the taste of food.
the touch of a hand.
the wetness of a kiss
against your lips.
so many things you recall
as you lean
against the iron fence
with heart racing,
the beaded brow,
the ache and groan of
the unknown.
the spinning wheel
of your mind
greased with
fear and worry.
this too shall pass
you believe and know,
but death seems like a
sweet option
at the moment.